Material time
spiral dream ...
Destiny diagram
book of all that is
and never will be again.
Is the color of hours
a five seasons clock
that opens onto other dimensions ?
Derision of that moments that stick
to the skin of our illusions ...
We are but the short eternity
of the Buddha's sleep ,
our lives like galaxies
that drift apart but retain their memories,
only the light of silence remains ...
flowers of our imagination ,
sealed in the ephemera's scent ...
We are but the infinite of Buddhas awakening
and timeless colors wedding ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 20th, 2024 08:40
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Comments1
"our lives like galaxies,
that drift apart but retain their memories,
only the light of silence remains ..."
Loved your poem.
The 5th season !
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